I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
I wanted to share a few pictures of a beautiful magical forest close to my place here in Brittany.
The forest of Huelgoat is the vestige of the ancient forest that once covered inland Brittany. Huelgoat is a breton word – huel=high and goat=forest – “the wood from above” Lots of mythical legends are born from this fascinating natural setting.
In this magical forest the rocks are very old, with hair-like vegetation growing on top
lots of shamanic mushrooms can be found here
Springs and small streams are everywhere
King Arthur himself visited this forest on a regular basis, here a cave named after him
This oak is trying to split the rock which it grows upon
Do you see the gnome who’s trying to scare us away?
I really need to come and walk here more often, it’s such a peaceful place